You hug me tightly and quickly penetrate me.
What do you say, shall we have some black tea together?
Using the surface of the tea as a mirror,
you take a look and let out a broad grin.
With that creepy smile of yours,

"It repeats again and again,
in the process of merely seeking after something,
you spend money, and let yourself drown in satisfaction.
In the tiny space between reality and dream,
you, enchanted by fictitious imagery,
merely let yourself be immersed in satisfaction.
That object there that looks like a sponge cake,
and with multiple layers piled together,
is fluffy, soft, sweet,
and it readily melts in your mouth."